I need something ultraclean
I need something ultraclean

Plastic strap around a meat man, cutting off his will to die
The moment looks inside us all, but time is fast and so am I

I need something ultraclean, something with a twist
Turn the future into the past so I don't exist

Oh my soul, I sold it for a chance
Oh my soul, I sold it for a chance
Oh my soul, I sold it for a chance
Oh my soul, I sold it for a chance

I need something ultraclean
I need something ultraclean

Anger takes the short cut, cuts his soul with Coca-Cola
Tears are anger's alibi, here's his chance to get colder

I need something ultraclean, something with a twist
Turn the future into the past, so I don't exist

Oh my soul, I sold for a chance
Oh my soul, I sold for a chance
Oh my soul, I sold for a chance
Oh my soul, I sold for a chance

I need something ultraclean
I need something ultraclean
I need something ultraclean...etc...